My favourite senior moment of late involved embarrassing myself in the audience of Escoffey's
Six More Impossible Things.
There's a moment where everyone is asked to stand and face the middle of the room. We're encouraged to call out a thought of word three times, and then change it to another word we can hear. If we can hear several people chanting the same word then we have to go with that one, but if no dominant word is called out, then we can choose.
We end up all chanting "sausage", and as we turn around and sit down, Philip asks "who said sausage?"
And sometimes my brain can be a bit too literal. I raised my hand, along with a girl in the front row.
"Oh you said sausage too?" Philip asks me.
"Yes," says I, "but not to begin with."
